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Devil Decimated

By Dr Aqib K Shaick


"Give me my share, let me 

Go away" demanded the younger

"Can't get along with my brothers

Care to give me my share mother".


Why do you want to part ways

Whatever I have is very much yours

You all are siblings with equal rights

Yet why do you want to split shares?


No mother, I beg to differ

Not on god and religious matter

Divide the land, give me the share

Do away with the parcel forever.


It's the pillow talk that's doing the talking

It's your scheming wife's cunning doing

Didn't you realise the religion you wed

Dodging you, a blood thirsty witch.


Take the share my son, but you are

Tearing my heart apart for sure

There won't be discrimination, will never

Tolerate religious intolerance here.


Prospered day by day on this side

Pathetic was the story on the other side

The witch's schemes brought poverty

Terrorist land plunged into penury.


Jealousy took over watching the India

Juggernaut. Chose the short cut to

Jannat by killing kafirs in the name of 

Jihad, fought the neighbor brothers.


Gave in to the devil's misdeeds initially

Gave up hope of disillusionment finally

Mother India thought enough is enough

Murderous beast deserved no mercy


Mother was left with no other option

"My son is nothing but evil incarnation

Poisoned my land and beyond, he should

Perish before the planet landed in peril".


By Dr Aqib K Shaick


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